Why didn't I consider this? The goaty girls held no regard for this festive ritual.
I found it hilarious, the hubs and kids did not.
We traveled all over Winnsboro aboard a trailer lined with bales of hay. We stopped at Sonic (Texas style) and ate grilled cheese sandwiches and french fries. We drove through back roads, passed hay fields, dairy farms and small grave yards. The moms prayed that no one fell off, the dads road in the truck telling high school glory stories and the kids inhaled their candy.